It's even more embarrassing to think about yesterday's movie theater. Yesterday, there were many children in the cinema. Before the screening, I smiled and said to my friends, "It seems to be a parent-child venue." During the viewing of the movie, the children seemed very happy, and they collectively guessed where the real ending was. The parents of the children seemed a little disturbed and embarrassed by their children's loud chatter, and I heard the father in the back seat say to the children more than once, "It's not over yet, be quieter". Obviously, for such a movie, children are always elated, but it is we who are no longer children who really cry.
So, I can't help but ask the question: Why do we cry?
Personally, when I heard the little fox say "because that is your rose" to the little prince, tears flowed unconsciously. I don't know why, so I can't help myself. I'm guessing it might have touched something! As for what, I can't say.
To this day, I still feel that my heart has been shaken, but the degree of emotion is not as fresh as when I first came out of the cinema yesterday. All that remains in my mind is what the little fox, the little prince, the old pilot said:
"Only with the heart can one really see"
"It is the time you spend on your roses that makes Your rose is so important"
"The stars are beautiful because of an invisible flower"
"What makes the desert so beautiful is a well hidden in a corner"
"It's not growing up, but forgetting"
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We cry when what has been lost has become a given, accepted and forgotten by us, and suddenly we revisit what has been lost by some chance. And when we finished weeping, we walked back to that muddy road again, and nothing seemed to change. It's just that while walking down this road, we get a chance to breathe and turn around and look back at the road behind us, and then, perhaps with some sentimentality, we set off again. Gradually, naturally, the sentimentality slowly fades and fades again until it disappears. Our tears are cheap, and we sincerely hope that these shed tears can cleanse our increasingly dirty hearts.
It suddenly occurred to me that when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I watched "The Little Prince", but I didn't really understand it. I really don't understand why the little prince lived on a planet smaller than himself, with a rose for company, and then left? When meeting the pilot, why insist on asking the pilot to draw a lamb for him? And those people who live on other planets, what are they doing? ...in my opinion, the story makes no sense, there is no exciting and engaging storyline, it is boring, bland, and unintelligible.
In fact, what a wonderful idea at that time!
Now, I read the story, but I wish I never understood.
In "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban", there is such a scene: Harry asks his friends if they see Ye Qi pulling the carriage, and Hermione tells him that the carriage has always moved by itself, and later Luna, known as "Mad Girl", told Harry "You're not crazy, I can see it", and only those who have witnessed death can see Ye Qi.
Only those who have witnessed death can see Ye Qi, and only those who have lost something will shed tears while watching "The Little Prince". Because it resonates with you and evokes certain past events in your heart, you are deeply moved.
For another example, I was hanging out with my good friends after dinner yesterday, and I stopped to watch the competition of primary school students reading classics in the square outside. Su Shi's "Shui Tiao Song Head", Li Bai's "Silent Night Thoughts", and Cui Hao's "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower" were read one after another. The childish voice is immature but impassioned and full of emotion. However, no matter how emotional it is, it also gives people a very strange feeling. It's certainly not the teacher's fault, let alone the children's fault, it's just the time's fault. Without experience, where can I feel the same? I suddenly understood why the high school Chinese teacher kept sighing and sighing when he was teaching ancient Chinese in class. As a teacher, and students can only talk about word interpretation, syntactic structure, and then the central idea. And how can the deep affection and kindness attached to the words be explained clearly and clearly in just a few words?
Then the question naturally arises: When we understand the implication, does it also mean that we are no longer children? This question is another sad question. Whether it is "yes" or "no", something precious will be lost. Let's just laugh it off.
Back to the original question, why do we cry?
I think the tears fell very easily, but they should not be let go so easily. These tears contain nostalgia, emotion, and guilt. Is there hope? The existence of "The Little Prince" is reminding us of the filth of our hearts, but it also reminds us that in fact, deep down in our hearts, there is still a party that is clean. Guard it, without losing the authenticity, so as to live up to the tears we shed.
Time is an irreversible thing. My nineteenth birthday is coming up the day after tomorrow, and I smiled and said to my friend yesterday "I always thought I was only sixteen". I don't want to grow up, I don't want to understand "The Little Prince", but I'm really growing up, more or less I understand something. This is the cruelty and beauty of time.
Many times, we can't understand this beauty, we denounce the ruthlessness of time, and in the end we find that we can't fight, we can only secretly weep and lick our wounds. When we gradually understand the helplessness and bitterness of the world, when we deeply understand the pain and grievances of the past, we may no longer be the children we used to be, and we will no longer get along with the world in peace, but more with Prejudice and whining. At this time, many articles tell us that this is not right, this is not good, we should take the pure heart of our children to feel the world, no matter how the world treats us.
Actually, it's really hard! I always feel that there are some traces that cannot be erased and should not be erased, so that our independent and different personalities are formed. Perhaps the only advice I can give is to try to cherish the purity we have left, leave a deep hope and nothing else.
As the book says: In some ethereal place, whether a rose is eaten or not eaten by a lamb we haven't seen, will become a very important thing, because the whole universe will become very different.
Whether there is such a pure land in our hearts will also become a very important thing, because maybe the whole life will be very different because of this.
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